Misc. Stories

My name is Cyndi; I am a single mother with 2 children. They have different fathers that for the most part have not been a part of their lives financially, emotionally or otherwise. I was raised in a home with both parents and my brother and while we did not have everything we needed or even wanted and were in the welfare system, I can’t say it was all that bad growing up. My parents are hard working people and my mother raised us by talking to us, asking how we felt about things and taking our feelings into consideration when things happened. My father and I had a very rocky relationship, so I became defiant at a very young age. I ended up becoming very depressed and made some very bad decisions that changed the course of my life.

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I was standing at the very end of the boat. All the entertainment was going on at the front, but I really didn’t care. I just needed to think. It was so loud I could barely even hear my own thoughts. I just wanted to make it all stop. I squeeze my eyes shut and then I couldn’t hear a thing. I looked all around and people were cheering still, but no noise. I couldn’t believe it. Then I hear a voice in the distance. “Aqua. Come to me Aqua.” It was almost a whisper. I look around the boat, but it was no one. Then someone screamed,

“Dolphin!” I looked up into the ocean and started to take pictures like everyone else. Then I look down into my camera and notice that they weren’t real. They all had a metal rod stoke to the bottom of them, except for one of them. It looked different from all the others. Then I noticed it was real and looking straight at me. Its gaze caught me and I couldn’t break away. There eyes were both in pain and fear. The color was light ice blue, like crystals. Then that voice again,

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When I arrived at my 55th Class Reunion in my home town, Detroit Lakes, Mn. on August 24th, 2007, imagine my surprise when a classmate Jim Matters greeted me at the the door stateing, "Did you ever have a 1950 Nash with an ugly colored paint on it?" When I told him that my Dad had owned a "50" Nash, Jim said "Then I believe that I have your Class Ring!"

Here is the story: Shortly after I had gotten my Class of "52" Ring, somehow it became lost. After searching everywhere I thought that it could be, I finally accepted that it would probably never be found. Since we lived on a farm I believed that it very likly had been lost in the barn or out in one of the fields.

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Ambrose G.
11/3/2005
Freedom

On a clear early Sunday morning, he sits atop a horse on a lonely hilltop beneath the Utah sky. Aloud to himself he thinks “no cars, trucks, trains or buses...this is what it’s really about.” Quietly he ponders life; with no sounds except that of the horse’s breathing. A million miles from his busy office in downtown Somewhere he wonders if any other man has seen this particular view of God’s splendor. Had some ancient loner sat on that very spot having similar thoughts?
He thought back to what had brought him to this spot. He’d become so accustomed to the hustle and bustle; the noise and the drama. But, he knew in his heart there had to be some spot on the planet where it all made sense and, now he’d found it. After feeling trapped in the rat race for so long, he’d walked out of his plush office one day with a polite “hold all my calls please”. As he stopped at a sidewalk hotdog stand to enjoy a bite and a diet soda, it came to him; ‘freedom’...he needed to find his freedom. This guy had it all. He’d achieved every professional goal he’d set. The position, the office, the fine house, the cars, and yes... the money, it was all his. But in his pursuit of all these important “things” he’d passed up a lot. He had never married nor had children. He didn’t even share his life with a dog, just never had time…always work, work, work. Now in his mid forties life seemed pretty empty. So here he stood at a hotdog stand, reflecting, trying to figure it all out.

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It was the night of December 14th, 2006. That day in a staff meeting we were told to head home early because our area was expecting a very intense windstorm. I didn't think it was going to be as big as the news was making it sound so I didn't worry. We live in a residential area in the heart of Bellevue, Washington. The winds started picking up around 7pm. A few minutes later a worried friend calls that their electricity has been knocked out . She asked if she could come and spend the night with her one year old son. We were more than happy to take them in. Her husband stayed behind in the dark. Just as we were heading to bed we heard a big "bang" and the lights went out. This did not worry us because our house is known to be the one where the lights stay on even if all others have gone out. Let's call this Day 1.

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From “Memoirs and Artistic Studies of Adelaide Ristori,” rendered into English by G. Mantellini, with a biographical appendix by L. D. Ventura, was published and copyrighted by Doubleday, Page & Co., New York, 1907. The chapters of that volume afford the pages which follow.

First Appearances

WHEN twelve years old, I was booked with the famous actor and manager, Giuseppe Moncalvo, for the roles of a child. Soon after, owing to my slender figure, they made me up as a little woman, giving me small parts as maid. But they soon made up their minds that I was not fitted for such parts. Having reached the age of thirteen and developed in my figure, I was assigned several parts as second lady. In those days they could not be too particular in small companies. At the age of fourteen, I had to recite the first part among the young girls and that of the leading lady alternately, like an experienced actress. It was about this time, in the city of Novara (Piedmont) that I recited for the first time the “Francesca da Rimini” of Silvio Pellico. Though I was only fifteen my success was such that soon afterward they offered me the parts of leading lady with encouragement of advancement.

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Hi, I’m a teacher.

Who are you? What do you usually say about yourself when you are introduced to a stranger? We usually have a definition that we use over and over again. To label ourselves can be very beneficial. It gives us focus in our lives; it may help us overcome obstacles, because we know where we are heading. But, if not used wisely, our definition can create a problem for us, the problem that’s called limitation. And that’s what my story is about.

I remember being in a summer camp for kids that liked math. I was about 10 and our counselors were coming up with amazing activities for us. I remember thinking “I want to be just like them” I wanted to make somebody feel the way they made me feel – smart, capable, creative… Over the years I was able to observe some really great teachers and the image of me becoming one was getting more and more clear.

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